Pleased to see so many in Whitby to celebrate Pete's life, I know there were many more who wanted to be there but unable to make it - I've already had a number of calls and I've been home less than an hour.
Afraid we were unable to stay on for the Endeavour session as we had to get back home because of the "day jobs"!, hope it went well.
A number of people asked today if I had the words for the song "Piddling Pete" from which he adopted his nickname - well here goes:

PIDDLING PETE.

Originally "The Piddling Pup" a poem by Jo Anderson, circa 1750
(sung to the tune of "Ghostriders in the Sky")


A famous dog once came to town known to his friends as Pete
His pedigree was ten yards long his looks were hard to beat
And as he trotted down the road 'twas beautiful to see
His work at every corner every post and every tree

He never missed a land mark he never missed a post
For piddling was his masterpiece and piddling pleased him most
The city dogs stood looking on in deep and jealous rage
To see this little country dog the piddler of his age

They smelt his efforts one by one they smelt him two by two
But noble Pete in high disdain stood still while they were through
Then when they'd smelt everywhere the praise for him ran high
But when one smelt him underneath he piddled in his eye

Just then to show these city dogs he didn't care a damn
He strolled into the grocers shop and piddled on the ham
He piddled on the cornflakes he piddled on the floor
And when the grocer threw him out he piddled up the door

Behind him the city dogs debated what to do
They'd hold a piddler carnival the hoop they'd put him through
They showed him all the piddling posts they knew about the town
And they set off with many winks to wear the stranger down

But Pete was with them all the way with vigour and with vim
A thousand piddles more or less were all the same to him
And on and on went noble Pete as tireless as a windmill
And very soon those city dogs were piddled to a standstill

Then Pete an exhibition gave of all the ways to piddle
Of double drops and fancy flips and now and then a dribble
The city dogs said farewell Pete your piddling did defeat us
But no one ever put them wise that Pete had diabetes.

- so now you know!

Regards Malc.